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Chapters (28)
  1. SO LUCKY
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. 1
  5. 2
  6. 3
  7. 4
  8. 5
  9. 6
  10. 7
  11. 8
  12. 9
  13. 10
  14. 11
  15. 12
  16. 13
  17. 14
  18. 15
  19. Acknowledgements
  20. Keep Reading …
  21. Introduction
  22. PIECE ONE
  23. Parenting – WHAT is that smell?
  24. PIECE TWO
  25. Don’t miss the ‘So Lucky’ podcast series
  26. About the Author
  27. Also by Dawn O’Porter
  28. About the Publisher

‘Oh, yes. Of course,’ I say, getting my computer out of my bag and setting it up on a little desk near the window. It’s such a strange feeling to have someone talk to me that way. I really have no authority in my life and I respond to it quite negatively when faced with it. ‘I’ll get on much quicker if you leave me to it,’ I say, regaining some control. I don’t like being spoken to like someone’s employee. Finally, she leaves.

I immediately lie down on the bed and stretch out my arms and legs. It’s gloriously comfortable. I love hotels, and occasionally splash out on one on a Saturday night while Liam has Bonnie. It’s been a while, I am due a mini-break.

I get up and look out over the grounds from the window. It’s a stunning location and a gorgeous summer’s day. On the lawn there is an aisle created between two sections of about three hundred chairs. At the end is a flower arch, there are explosive arrangements everywhere. The flowers alone must have cost tens of thousands. Even with my cold heart, I have to admit it looks very pretty. This place is the dream location for a day such as today. It’s what you get, I suppose, when you sell your body for hundreds of thousands of pounds and marry one of the most successful businessmen in the country. Oh to be the future Lauren Riley.

Realising Rebecca’s work might take some time, considering the effort needed for uploading all of the pictures of Lauren and her mother, I wonder if maybe I will take a walk down to the staff tent. I could fill up my water bottle, maybe get some extra crudités. I’m intrigued by this fantastic location, I want to know more about how much it will cost for me to come and spend a weekend here. I’d never leave the room. I’d sit by the window and read Brontë novels all day long.

I walk through the kitchens and out into the gardens to the staff tent. Multiple waiting staff are lining up to receive their free lunches. I see a side table with some fruit and coffee. I take an apple, a satsuma and a black coffee. I know the pace of work is about to ramp up, but even these few minutes are a bonus I didn’t anticipate.